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No Friends! 
 
He's  Moodless! 
 
 
 
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"All the wife beaters and all the tax cheaters,  Sitting in the White House pulling their peters, Buy me cheeba from the cop down the street, The only cop with a rope chain walking the beat, Like a sneaky pouch time bomb tickin' Like the beat to my rhyme just kickin' Space cake cookies I discover who I am, I'm a dusted old bummy Hurdy Gurdy Man" | 






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